Next morning, I got up so early. I looked at the clock, it was six in the morning. I didn’t remember anything from yesterday. Nothing, but this stupid cat in the attic. I wanted to go and find him immediately; he’s definitely hiding something and I can’t wait to know it all. But at that moment I heard my mother calling me. I caught the smell of my favorite delicious pancakes for breakfast. I’ll take care of this cat later, right now I’m starving.
While I was finishing my breakfast, I tried to tell my mum about the cat again. It was clear that she didn’t care about some kind of stray cat, but when I said he was in the attic, she agreed to come with me and see.
“If he really is in our house, then you never know what kind of infection he can bring,” she worried.
When we went up the attic together, I tried calling him; made some different sounds similar to a meowing cat, but he didn’t show up. My mother also checked all the boxes with the things belonging to the previous house owners, yet still nothing.
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